Precise to his word, Ian walked into the garage at 3:00 on the dot, finding the already ready Hunter waiting patiently for him. Ian chuckled.
"What a good little fox I've got," Ian said praisingly as he stroked Hunter's chest lightly with his claws, "always so obedient and punctual." Hunter's tail wagged slightly, happy at the compliment. "As I told you this morning," he said as he walked over towards a pile of objects covered by a blanket, "I have a surprise for you. I also have an important question to ask you," he said as he removed the blanket, revealing a pile of rubber garments and accessories, a large bucket, an electric shaver and a razor, and a tube of silicon sealant. Ian walked over to Hunter, unbuckling the leather harness covering his head, also removing the built-in muzzle with an o-ring attached to keep his mouth open. "This is an important time, so I give you freedom of speech until you make your decision." Hunter nodded, but stayed silent, hearing his master out. "I want to make you into a permanent rubber fox. *My* permanent rubber fox," Ian added as an afterthought, "my toy, my slave, and my pet all in one. As I said though, I want this to be permanently."
"But I thought I already was permanently yours, master," Hunter said as he motioned to his collar with a gold tag embedded "Pet-Slave" attached to it. DS shook his head.
"No. I mean permanently in the sense that if you agree to this, it will not and cannot be undone. Ever." Hunter's eyes widened slightly -- he was used to (and enjoyed) a lot of things, but the thought of something permanent and irremoveable both frightened and intrigued him. "If you agree to this, there will be no turning back. I want you to understand this. I will turn you into an object, nothing but a posession of mine, but my most cherished and loved one. You will give up your ability to ever be able to take care of yourself, your sight, your ability to speak, to feel anything without being covered in rubber, your very freedom." Ian walked towards Hunter, stroking his cheek softly with his paw.
"I want you to know, if you do not want to do this, that is perfectly fine as well. This is a big sacrifice I ask of you, and if you do not want to do it, then please say so. I want you to take all the time you need to think this over until you're absolutely sure one way or another." Hunter smiled, embracing his master in a big hug, licking his cheek.
"When I agreed to become your pet and your slave two years ago, I thought it was permanent then. I would do anything to make you happy, master, and if this will make you happy, you didn't even need to ask it of me. I would gladly give up my life so long as I know you'll be there to take care of me." Ian smiled.
"I'm glad to hear you say that, my pet. And I do regret that will be the last time I will ever hear your sweet voice again. But you have made your decision, and so your transformation shall begin."
Ian began by taking off Hunter's usual garments he wore daily -- his collar, leather body harness, metal cock and ball chastity covering, and his rubber mittens and socks. Ian first went to the pile of equipment, returning with the electric shaver and the razor. After a few minutes of some full-body trimming with the shaver, then finishing up the job with the razor, a completely furless Hunter stood before him. Hunter looked at himself in a nearby mirror Ian had set up specifically so he could watch himself (until the time came he could no longer see) be transformed. He looked very weird with no fur, he thought to himself, but he was sure the end result would be phenomenal.
After sweeping away the fur that had fallen to the ground to clear the work space, Ian brought over the next elements of Hunter's transformation: a full-body rubber suit (with featureless mitten-type hands and feet, an open face, genital openings, and an opening for the tail and tailhole) and a large bucket. Ian opened the bucket, which was full of black liquid latex. Ian used a large foam brush to begin coating Hunter with liquid latex, making sure to give his entire body (everywhere except for his face) a nice thick coating. Once he was fully coated, Ian quickly turned to the suit, unzipping it and handing it to Hunter.
"Put this on, quickly," he commanded. Hunter, experienced at this task, quickly began to slip on the suit, the liquid latex acting as a lubricant to help the suit on. With Ian's assistance, it did not take long at all before the suit was on Hunter. Instead of zipping the suit up, however, Ian carefully used his claws to slice away the zipper, instead using some of the silicone sealant to seal the two flaps of the suit in the back together, permanently sealing it shut.
Ian went back to the pile of materials and began to pick out the things he would need next. As he did, Hunter looked at himself in the mirror, looking down at himself as well. This suit was a perfect fit, and there was not a wrinkle to be found anywhere on the surface of the rubber. He could also feel the liquid latex between himself and the suit beginning to cure now as well from the warmth of his body. It was causing the suit to feel as if it was squeezing him tightly, but comfortably and in a pleasant manner, bonding him to the suit as one piece. His thoughts were cut short by Ian's return, who was now holding some of the rubber accessories from the pile. The first piece was a rubber cock and ball sheath which had a long tube extending from the tip of the cock area. After coating the inside with silicone sealant, Ian carefully pulled it onto Hunter's body. He tucked the base under the suit's opening to keep it in place. The next piece was a large buttplug, the base (which would rest against the outside of Hunter's rump) also coated in silicone sealant. Neither Hunter nor Ian were worried about having to remove it; Ian had Hunter on a special liquid diet which not provided him with everything he needed to keep him healthy, but also ensured nothing would ever have to come out of that end. The buttplug also had a soft rubber-lined opening in the base's center, for Ian's usage as well.
The final thing Ian held was a rubber hood and a set of tubes, two thin and long, and one large and somewhat short.
"This is the last part," Ian explained, somewhat sadly. "Relax now, this may feel slightly strange." Ian took the two thin, long tubes and inserted them slightly into Hunter's nose. "Can you breathe through your nose okay with those there?" Hunter took a few deep breaths through his nose; the tubes were large enough to where they didn't move when he breathed, allowing him to breathe fine. He nodded, and Ian took some of the silicone sealant, using it to seal the tubes securely in place, covering any extra space between the tubes and his nostrils so that the tubes were the only openings for Hunter's nose. With that done, he inserted the larger tube into Hunter's mouth, again using the silicone sealant to both keep it and place and completely seal the opening around Hunter's mouth, leaving the tube as the only opening to Hunter's mouth.
Ian sighed, and gave Hunter's cheek one final lick. Hunter couldn't speak anymore, but Ian could read everything he wanted to say in his eyes. Ian could see he was happy, and glad he could be of service to his master. With that, Ian took the brush, fully covering Hunter's face and head in a coat of liquid latex, carefully pulling the rubber hood over Hunter's head and making sure to work the nose and mouth tubes through the only openings in the hood. After smoothing out the hood, Ian stepped back to look at his living, breathing creation. He had often seen Hunter in full rubber enclosure; it was one of Hunter's favorite things. He loved to be kept completely enclosed in rubber with nothing but breathing holes for days. This was much more extreme than anything they'd ever tried before, but Ian knew this was just as exciting for Hunter as it was for him.
After a short while of waiting for all the liquid latex to cure, Ian finally gave Hunter's entire body one last coating of liquid latex, ensuring everything would be permanently stuck together in one large, seamless covering. Once that layer was dry, Ian smiled -- he was now the proud owner of a rubber fox toy. "*My* rubber fox toy," he thought to himself. With that, he took Hunter's collar from the pile of his previous garments, removing the old gold tag and replacing it with a new, black one with the words "Rubber Pet-Slave" on it. Hunter couldn't see, but he could detect the familiar feeling of his collar being placed around his neck. If he could have, he would have smiled, but the silicone sealant and tight rubber enclosure left him unable to even do that. He moved slightly, finding his new rubber skin was just that, a perfectly fitting body-tight second skin, leaving him completely trapped and yet completely free to move.
Ian smiled as he watched Hunter move around, getting used to his new body. He took a nearby funnel, attaching the end to Hunter's mouth tube. He forced Hunter to his knees, and took his nose tubes in paw, covering them with his finger so he only had the funnel to breathe through. With that, he decided to mark his new toy as his own, his cock poking slightly out of its sheath as a stream of urine flowed into the funnel. Caught by surprise, Hunter coughed slightly, but obediently swallowed the contents of the funnel. Ian grinned.
"That's a good toy. Yes, that's what you are now... my toy."